The Midwest does one thing right: thunderstorms.
I love ‘em! I just
love the torrential downpour, the reverberating thunderclaps, and the
spectacularly bright bursts of lightning that crawl against a sky that is
abnormally darkened.
I remember sneaking out of the house as a little girl to be
in the midst of such a scene. Sometimes
I’d take an umbrella but most of the time I’d go without, so the rain soaked
me.
Funny how I’d run into nature’s storm to smile, laugh, and
dance in the rain but, when life brings a storm, I sometimes feel like I’m
drowning and I’m absolutely not smiling, laughing, or dancing.
I was recently told some pretty terrible things about myself,
to my face. Things I don't believe to be 100% true. It was definitely one of the
those “Is this real life??” or “Okay, I’m ready for you to tell me this is a
joke now” moments.
Yes, I am to blame and I owned up to the things that I let
slip, yet there were some deeper things going on that were not addressed and
that were the reasons for the event, in my opinion.
The showdown was meant for harm, I think, despite the lame
reassurance that it was “a learning experience.” However, the good that came from it was
showing me what not to do and making me positively re-evaluate, re-adjust, and
re-define things in my life.
It hurt, for sure, but I’m stronger than I was because of
it. I knew that I could cry out to God
for help in regards to the right evaluations, adjustments, and
definitions. He’s answered in more than
one way, so be careful what you ask for…
He’s also graciously provided me with people to call on for prayer and
encouragement along with others who popped up without warning. All I can say is praise God, thanks for
family and friends, thank goodness for
cell phones, and that…
I’m still going to enjoy a good thunderstorm in life.
